Writer's Block: Down on Memory Lane

[cellboy]

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When I was three, in 1956, I remember our cute enclosed sun porch on the side of my parents first home in Canada. I remember running though it and down the stairs to the out side, and seeing my mother on the ground, asking her what she was doing. She said she was planting flowers. Strange thing is that it is as vivid as if it happened just yesterday. And it's a comforting feeling. This is more fuzzy but, I also in the same frame of time remember when my parents bought their first TV, and watching it.

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[grizzlyzone.livejournal.com]

I have a strange memory. I'm standing in a crib. I'm wanting attention and make some sort noise. My aunt comes to pick me up and I'm thinking to myself:

"Oh, not her. She's not my mother is she?"
"I want the other one."

And, if that's too surreal for you, there's another memory of lifting my little sister out of her crib so we could watch TV. At that time, the only thing you could get so early in the morning was static, the National Anthem, and "The Big Picture" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Big_Picture_(TV_series)).